n: we can't. she's the reason that monster is still out there.

Paige: he's not a monster.....

Paige: I'm sorry.....

n: he killed my sister.

Paige: I-I'm sorry....

Paige: but it is....I've kept you of his trail for so long....

Paige: I don't know....I just....I've never even seen him. *lie*

paige: I- *looks at the ground beside you* I never knew who he really was. I just knew the monster. but I knew there was a man in here somewhere.....I have him a second chance.

Paige: he had a life, you know....friends....a family....a daughter.

Paige: I knew her once. she was a sweet, beautiful little girl....she loved everything, but most of all she loved the fall....the way the leaves turned the most beautiful colors......and they fell from the tree and into the wind. now there's nothing left of that girl.....

Paige: I am the nothing that is left of her.

Paige: my name is grace, I don't...I don't know how old I am.

Paige: I'm telling the truth. I stopped counting at around six...because that's about when I gave up hope.

Grace: nothing else I can remember....that's all I've got.

n: why are you telling us this?

Grace: because I trust you.

n: why

grace: because I want to trust someone before I die.

n: die?!

Grace: I've been dying since they thawed me out last summer. nothing can stop it.

Grace: they find me in a frozen river. they thought I was dead....but they thawed me out, because one guy really wanted to. same guy found my uncle, and thawed him out, five years before.

Grace: uh...*rubs the back of my head nervously* about....50 years?

n: and they only thawed you out last summer....so that would make you....

Grace: around 77. yeah.....

n: you're still younger than me. by two years.

Grace: .....yeah....I said.....about 50 years.....

grace: uh.....none taken...?

Grace: it's not.

grace: a war is coming.

n: war?!

Grace: but it's not your war. it's the worlds war. you guys are the only ones who can STOP it.

grace: if you let me go, they starts civil war (see YouTube for more info). if you don't....you bring the war to you first.

Grace: they will find me, no matter where I am. so the question is: do you keep me here, or do you let me go free.

n: if we let you go we lose the trust of the camp. if we keep you here, then what?

Grace: then your camp kills me.

Grace: whatever you think is right.

n: the right thing would be to keep her here.....

n: but god knows I, not here to do the right thing. go.